Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Fantasy -> Taoist is not easy to mess with

Chapter 886: Bait

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    "But we've run out of favors from last time, haven't we?" Xiang Que said with his eyes slanted.

    Ogula frowned, thinking about Xiang Que's words, different countries have different national conditions, Chinese people like to talk about favors, and asking for help is a favor, but it is slightly different in foreign countries.  One or two is two, and what I like to talk about most is the transaction.

    Ogula thought for a while before he understood Xiang Que's meaning. A vampire who has lived for a long time is not only an IQ, but has a lot of experience in dealing with things.

    "Xiang, is there anything I can do for you?"

    Xiang Qujia said awkwardly: "Hey, lookdon't speak too bluntly, I'm a little embarrassed to make it up."

    Ogula smiled lightly: "Then let's forget it?"

    "No, no, I'll be polite." Xiang Qujian swished to Ogula's side, and whispered, "It's just right, I have something to ask for you"

    A few hours ago, Nanjing Tianhou Palace Taoist Temple.

    On both sides of the main entrance of the Taoist monastery, all the Taoist priests of Tianhou Palace stood quietly with their hands in front of them. Right in front of the Taoist gate, a figure with a gourd pinned to his waist and holding a dust whisk walked over slowly.

    "Welcome, Qingxuzi, the head teacher of Qingyang Palace." In front of the gate of Tianhou Palace, an old man exhaled like a rainbow and shouted.

    "Huh" The Taoist priests standing on both sides saluted at the same time, and said with one hand on their chest: "Buddha of Infinite Life"

    Qing Xuzi returned the salute solemnly, and said: "Infinite Life Buddha, all fellow Taoists, you are very polite."

    "Fellow Daoists have worked hard all the way from Qingyang Palace." The head teacher of Tianhou Palace stepped forward to exchange a few words with Zhao Jiahui, and then the two walked inside side by side.

    "The Taoist sects in the world are originally a family. I came to Tianhou Palace to preach the scriptures and preach the hard work. Let me talk about the three thousand roads. I am preaching and preaching righteousness to the world"

    Zhao Jiahui stroked his whisk, with a solemn and serious expression. At this time, Zhao Jiahui, you can't tell from his face and expression that he is in a state of single-mindedness, which seems to be a master of Taoism.

    There are some people in this world who are called left-handed geniuses and right-handed lunatics, who are half mentally ill and half immortal.

    You are like Li Yan, he has an unparalleled brain, calculation power and meticulous thinking, but he is a complete lunatic, and Zhao Jiahui is the same, in other things, he may be a head that can't turn and only has a tendon  A mentally ill patient, but when it comes to Taoist morality, he is the head teacher of the Qingyang Palace who preached the Dao three thousand to the world. Can you still say that he is sick at this time?

    If you are not crazy, you will not survive. Such a stubborn person will either go completely crazy in the end, or will continue to paranoia to the end, and finally become a legend.

    At the same time, at night, the spring breeze by the Qinhuai River is slightly cool.

    A lonely figure with his hands behind his back, looking a bit bleak, he bent his shoulders and clasped his nose with his right finger, and held a bottle of Lao Bai Gan in his left hand. The spring breeze was coming, and his head was already messed up like it hadn't been washed for a few days.  Her hair fluttered in the wind, looking extremely careless and wretched.

    After a few sips of "Gudu, gudu", he poured the remaining half of the bottle of Lao Baigan into his stomach, and then raised his hand, the bottle drew a parabola and fell into the Qinhuai River.

    The rippling water waves floated towards the middle of the river with the wine bottle.

    In the distance, in the Qinhuai River, an extremely rare painting boat slowly rowed towards it.

    Painting boats were very popular in ancient times. At that time, there were many painting boats in the Qinhuai River that wandered in the water all day long. At night, literati, poets, guests, dignitaries and dignitaries would line up and wait on the shore. When the painting boats approached, they would choose their favorite boats.  Painted boats swarmed up.

    In the painting boats, there are mostly singing girls and dancers, and there are some who sell their bodies or not. In modern society, painting boats are equivalent to high-end entertainment venues for people's entertainment and enjoyment.

    The Qinhuai River at night is lively and complicated. After liberation, especially now, the painted boats in the Qinhuai River have basically disappeared.

    At this time, the painting boat rowing towards that lonely and desolate figure was decorated with lights and festoons, filled with singing, and a clear and enchanting female voice came out slowly from the boat.

    "In the six dynasties, the land of golden powder and ten miles of Qinhuai River, under the breeze and bright moon, the wine that is not drunk with astringency, and the beauty of the night that faints with slight ripples"

    The singing is clear and clear, and the sound of the guzheng is clear, and the people on the shore are not drunk listening to the song to be dazzled.

    After a while, the boat slowly docked, and a sampan was brought down from the boat, and then an old man in a long robe stood in front of the sampan, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Lai Da??please¡±

    The man named Mr. Lai Da stepped on the sampan with his hands behind his back and stepped onto the painting boat. At this time, the singing and Guzheng that had been heard before had stopped suddenly.

    The old man who greeted Mr. Lai Da bent down and stretched out his hand and said: "Mr. Lai Da, the spring breeze is cool, and the boat has prepared good shochu and side dishes. Please come inside, and I will ask Miss Xun'er to play a song for you.  Come help out¡±

    At this time, there was no one approaching the Qinhuai River. If someone came or got on the boat, he would probably feel a little dizzy for a while, because what he saw and heard might make him mistakenly think that he seemed to travel through the river.  Arrived hundreds of years ago.

    This is a scene that is incompatible with modern society and can only be seen on TV or movies.

    Unreal, ethereal, surprising.

    Mr. Lai Da gave a hum with his hands behind his back, walked into the main room of the painting boat with his head held high and his chest held high.

    At this time, Mr. Lai Da no longer had a sense of bleakness and loneliness, but was a little more unpredictable.

    In the painting boat, the decorations are antique and very old-fashioned, not only the decoration is like this, the women standing on both sides of the painting boat are also dressed as maids, with colorful long skirts, hair tied high behind their heads, and hands crossed in front of their bodies  with.

    Seeing someone coming in, the six maids bowed their legs together, saluted with a smile: "Mr. Lai Da is good!"

    Mr. Lai Da waved his hand, then looked straight ahead, and said for the first time after boarding the boat: "Hello, Miss Xun'er."

    Directly in front, four screens of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum stand on both sides, and behind a long table in the middle sits a young woman dressed in palace attire. Her green and jade-like fingers are slowly supporting the zither on the long table.

    "Zheng" The guzheng made a light sound, as if it was replying to Mr. Lai Da.

    Mr. Lai Da slightly raised his head as a signal, then walked to the side and sat down cross-legged. In front of him, a white and delicate wine jug was placed in warm water, with a stack of beef and peanuts beside it.

    If you like Taoist priests, please collect them: Taoist priests are not easy to mess with, and the update speed is the fastest.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report